Prologue

George Carlin once said that there are nights when the wolves are silent
and only the moon howls, and then these nights turn into days
and these days into weeks and these weeks into months that's forgivable
but if these months slowly become a year and then years,
at that point we have to question ourselves and ask why we're still silent,
why do we let the moon howl on its own?
Why don't we howl in its stead?